Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Somebody call a doctor. I might need some help.

I spent a good half of last Tuesday packing for our weekend trip to McCall, Idaho. I finished on Wednesday and started going through my list one last time. Clothing, check. Diapers, check. Food, check. Projects, check.

Wait.

Projects? Plural?

Yep. I packed a cloth WINCO bag with three different projects: socks for Ben, a wool diaper cover for Shira, and a shirt for me.

I told myself I might feel like working on socks more than a diaper. Or maybe I would need something easier, like the crochet top, for during TV time. I could get bored with one project during the drive and then have nothing to do. One must always be prepared. I was a girl scout, after all.

It wasn't until I watched Shira ask a complete stranger at Fogg Lifter Cafe to read a story to him that I questioned my creative motives (and the weird spelling of fogg). Why do I have so many projects going at one time? I brought three with me to Idaho, and I have a few more at home.

Later that afternoon, while Shira took his nap, I finished the first part of my wool diaper cover prototype. Then I picked up the cotton tank top I'm crocheting and went to work. Five minutes later I decided I wanted to know what was going to happen next in the book I'm reading (The Fiery Cross, in case you're wondering). I put my project away, opened the book, and Shira woke up.

Sigh.

I'll get back to you later, Claire.

Or not.

There is a lot to do, and not do, in McCall. I probably only worked on my projects a total of four hours during the whole four day trip. And that includes car travel. I guess I really like playing in the sand by the lake.

I'm still wondering why I have so many projects started. Do I lose interest? Gain more interest in something else? Am I making too many commitments to make things for friends and family? Am I super creative, but only have limited time and resources to actually create? Is my lifestyle morphing into something like an urban homesteader's, where I have to make most of what I put in my home?

Maybe.

I do love the thrill of finishing something. A story. A pair of socks. Pillow cases, cloth diapers, roasted chicken and veggies, an entire package of oreos and potato chips (err...lets try to keep that last one on the dl).